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SATOR AREPO TENET OPERA

Monday, 30 October 2017

At the age of 11 my mothers health deteriorated to the point that she could no longer function in society, My half brother and sister who were younger than I were placed in foster care. I was heading in the same direction.

Whatever or whether it was a mixed blessing my paternal father took me in with his new family. We moved to another small village called Kirkcolm in The Rhinns Of Galloway.

It was another period of another difficult circumstance, more out of the frying pan and into the fire.

It was the numerous spirits of nature in the local woods that saved me. Or at least kept me going and helping to change my perspective of my relationship with the great all that is Mother Earth.

The woods were large, once a country estate called Corsewall owned by the local Lairds called Lord Buchanan, it had become rundown and overgrown.

More importantly it was Out of Bounds to all locals and policed by a bitter old Gamekeeper.

There was so much to see, explore and do, so many diverse trees and animals, it was my wild adventure.

I discovered quite a lot about the nature of earths spirits and the fey became my family.

One of the things I discovered or should I say rediscovered, inside a copse of massive Rhododendron Trees was an ancient Celtic Stone. Next to the stone was a big hollowed out stone Cauldron with a massive fitted stone lid. Inside the Cauldron lived a big Auld Toad. We all became friends. Over the following few years I spent more time in those woods than anywhere else. I had little or no need for human friends as the area was my family.

I knew every path, every run and hiding place. I listened and felt everything. It was a child’s magical playground.

Of course it was not without it’s dangers, especially as it was considered out of bounds to us mere mortals.

I would spend a lot of time upsetting the illegal traps that were set by the gamekeeper, much to his annoyance. This battle of who knew the land better progresses; I would like to think that I won that battle.

I was like a wild Satyr in those days, fleet footed, silent and invisible.

So back to the Celtic Stone.

One day I went back to the spot and it was all gone. The local church had taken them away.

These days the Cross is up the hill in the Graveyard of the Church.

The Cauldron is aside the Church filled with flowers, the lid cast aside as of it did not belong. And the great big Auld Toad is long gone.

The Celtic Stone is described thus:

The Kilmory Stone

‘On one side, the hammerhead cross carries a rough representation of the Crucified Christ. Another figure stands below, flanked by two birds, a set of blacksmith’s tongs and an unidentified rectangular shape. It has been suggested that this lower figure is the Scandinavian hero Sigurd, juxtaposed with the Crucifixion to highlight the mingling of pagan and Christian beliefs in a region colonised by Vikings. On the other side of the slab, the hammerhead cross is decorated with spiral patterns, below which are two horns, a coiled serpent and a panel of interlace terminating in a pair of snakes.”

Although personally I see very little Christianity in the Stone. To me it is Celtic, Norse and Very Pagan.

Sunday, 26 August 2012

"All matter originates and exists only by virtue of a force which brings the particle of an atom to vibration and holds this most minute solar system of the atom together. We must assume behind this force the existence of a conscious and intelligent mind. This mind is the matrix of all matter" Max Planck 1944

Even seen as the Tree of Life, within the construct of the very matrix of perception.

We as beings energise the matrix, and to change it we need to change our perceptions of it. This is done at the smallest levels for as - That Which is Above is Below so we are the Cup Bearers of the Macrocosm.

We first deny their reality, usurp their energy. The system becomes open via disorder and by entropy we give their control over to dissolution.

The media of Psy-Ops will lay in their own waste.

No more will those who seek to travel via the Astral Body be delayed by the passwords and gates that stop our psychological revolution.

No more false trails that lead you back to where you once began.

This is the sidestep the curve ball. So take the sidestep. No more requirement to continue to triangulate your souls by the short journey of life from World to Devil to Death... Step off via ART.

Do not call them The Powers that Be - call them The Powers That Were.

The decision regarding their timeline was was made some years ago.

And they have built an ongoing matrix that most can now see around them in your daily affairs and you ask what can we do?

Recognise your self your actions and the consequences of accepting their reality over your own.

So as the cup bearers of the macrocosm within your own diverse microcosm you can change the matrix in this reality and in doing so change the path of existence for the better.

The way is being cleared, hundreds are actively now taking control, rejection of numerous control systems that for thousands of years enslaved you are being removed.

As each errant knight strikes further outward in extension they lance the poisons of corruption.

No need to be governed when nature is the Goddess, no need to be told how to worship by churches and ministry. The journey to receive spirit is your own purpose.

And above us all out with this matrix or the next the very energies of the multiverse cascade towards that inner grail that is your heart.

Sunday, 19 August 2012

When or if there is anything to share I will however, in the meantime I am observing the convergence of several timelines and I cannot perceive which one will bubble to the top or which one is better than the other, outside of a timeline which is created by the divine and received as manifest upon the mundane.

Sunday, 15 July 2012

It can get obscure up here.The realisation that within this construct the poles have shifted.

What was once down is up. All is in flux and reversal.

It is a requirement.

The most difficult parts of experience are those which are yet to be fully understood and verbally expressed.

Zarathrustra and Gnome

“Silence is worse; all truths that are kept silent become poisonous.”― Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

To be honest with oneself one is required to walk their talk.

Initial constructs apply.Visuals, Sounds, Colours, Codex and they can leave a cornucopia of interpretation.

To grasp that all of this sprang forth from one question?

3 then 2 Tarot Cards

A bout of suffocating Panic and Flatness at the same time.

And a picture of the Sky

To then have the stamina of will to realise all of that which is above.To take it and work with it in the understanding that it is only after all energy, that can be worked with, broken in to its parts and solved.As Alchemy and Art.

Yes there are enemies at the edge of the lower fields.

For if you are not part of the new then you are part of the old.

“The lonely one offers his hand too quickly to whomever he encounters.”― Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spake Zarathustra: A Book for All and None

Those who feign friendship and Magickal Cooperation only to realise that they never cared and are only in it for themselves.

“The higher we soar the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly.”― Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

So the need to express is validated by truth and honesty.

“Become who you are!”― Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spake Zarathustra: A Book for All and None

Poor old Nietzsche he had the concept yet neither the heart or will to truly beÜbermensch.

His Abyss was his own shadow he feared to leap.

“you must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame;how could you rise anew if you have not first become ashes?”― Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

His understanding that he could not in actuality assist in giving birth to a Neo Creative Reality was his entrance to insanity.

What we do here is create and sometimes cups will be spilled, torches that blazed feel empty, opposites will be paired eventually. Still through those dark tea parties of the soul - True Spirt will avail. And The Magus continue to Work That Will.

“And once you are awake, you shall remain awake eternally. ”― Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra - A Book For All And None

For what constitutes the tremendous historical uniqueness of that Persian is just the opposite of this.

Zarathustra was the first to consider the fight of good and evil the very wheel in the machinery of things: the transposition of morality into the metaphysical realm, as a force, cause, and end in itself, is his work.

Zarathustra created this most calamitous error, morality; consequently, he must also be the first to recognize it.

His doctrine, and his alone, posits truthfulness as the highest virtue; this means the opposite of the cowardice of the "idealist” who flees from reality

—Am I understood?—The self-overcoming of morality, out of truthfulness; the self-overcoming of the moralist, into his opposite—into me—that is what the name of Zarathustra means in my mouth.

— Nietzsche, Ecce Homo, "Why I Am a Destiny",

So you see? You understand? What you have made me do.. To almost fall entrapped into the system of a weaker man. To quote the above when it is below the Abyss already crossed.

Follow the Arrow where does it shoot? -Xibalba!

From Ḥwt-Ḥr, am I now AeropagusFor your misalliance the Will remains True in LVX

We are One and the same yet different and our Paradox is Reconciled

The Magus 9°= 2□ XI°

About Me

leftfield metaphysics, and exoteric/esoteric rambling with occasional mundane terrafirma!I now go beyond other people's fears and limitations. I create my life.

Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth? When the morning stars sang together and all the angels shouted for joy? Have you entered the springs of the sea or walked in the depths of the deep? Have the gates of death been opened to you? Do you know where the Sun lives and where the darkness comes from? Can you bind the chains of the Pleiades or loose the belt of Orion?